Scarlette's POV:

My eyes fluttered open only to be burned by morning sunlight streaming through the windows of... a hospital room?

And then I remembered.

I literally couldn't sit up. My stomach was completely numbed. I guess I was grateful. I wouldn't have wanted to feel the pain of my insides trying to heal.

I tilted my head slightly, and I could see Niall sitting in a chair at the foot of my bed, fast asleep. What I hadn't been expecting was to see Harry beside him.

Harry was wide awake.

He looked over at me.

"Scar," he breathed, jumping up and hurrying over to kneel beside my head. He placed a gentle hand on my head and stroked my hair. I stared back at him with glazed eyes. My mouth wasn't really woking yet. I felt woozy.

"Are you alright, love?" He whispered, continuing to run his fingers over my filthy hair.

"Ye... yes..." I managed to get out. He glanced at Niall, making sure he was asleep, then he kissed my forehead gently.

"I'll go get the nurse," he whispered. "I'd wake up Niall, but he was up all night holding your hand. He only just went to sleep about an hour ago."

I only looked at Harry, since I found it too hard to speak.

Harry came back with a nurse a few moments later.

"Scarlette," the nurse said gently. "How are you? The doctors stitched up your abdominal muscles and intestines. Your healing quite nicely, and as long as you stay still, we may be able to move you to... ah... your new ward in about a week."

"New..." I breathed.

"Scar doesn't need to go there," Harry said, an edge in his voice. "She'll be fine with Niall."

"Sir, mister... ah... Styles, that is out of the question. Scarlette needs to stay under a watchful eye and go through some intense therapy to cure her of these actions before she can be let out."

And that's when I remembered... I was now a crazy suicidal person.

But I wasn't crazy. Everyone else was. This world, this world of hurt, pain... endless suffering. It was no place to be. I didn't want to scuttle along with a boring life. I had no reason to live. Wht was the point of living? You die in a couple years anyways. Why suffer more just to keep my pathetic heart beating? It was all moot point.

They were going to stick me in some ward with suicidal crazies until I pretended I was okay, that I saw the light at the end of the dark tunnel. When really there was no light.

Oh why didn't Niall just let me die?

Harry and the nurse were arguing quietly in the corner, but I didn't even bother to try and find out what they were saying.

Niall had woken up. Immediately he rushed over and kissed my forehead.

"Scar, your awake!" He breathed. He looked exhausted.

The nurse left and Harry walked over. "Niall hasn't left for the whole week you've been here. He even used your shower instead of heading home and using his own. I've just been dropping by in the mornings and evenings."

I smiled slightly at Niall.

"I talked the nurse out of making you stay locked in crazy people land," Harry said. "She says you can go home with Niall, in about a week, but he insists a nurse comes to check on you twice a week."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "I have to go," Harry said. "Niall, here's what you wanted."

I opened my eyes to see Harry giving Niall a small box. There was something in Harry's face I couldn't read. He looked momentarily broken inside.

Niall walked over to me. "Scar," he said, seeming to gather himself. "Scar, I need to ask you something."

Great. Here it was. He was going to ask me to leave. Great I'd ruined everything.

"Scar," he said. "Scar I need you as much as you need me. I know I haven't really gotten to know you that well, but I love you. I want to help you, I want to help you find your place in this world. I want to help you fight all your fights. I want to be there to catch you when you fall."

He moved one of his legs back, so that he was no longer kneeling on both knees, but just on one.

"Scarlette Mccurdy," he said. "Will you please, please marry me?"

Notes

ooooooh will she? what about harry?